i've decided to expand upon the previous introductions to myself, which were punctuated by spasms of the metaphysical, and perhaps intersperse the nonsense with sense.
i am a fool, and foolish enough to enjoy and abstract around and within such suchness. i am a king and kingly enough to feel pride in my accomplishments. i search for truth and beauty as my passion. i look at the whole and feel at peace, and shiver joy at the horrible beauty within the shadows and cracks in the facade.
although I delight in the apollinian crystallization of modern society and the amazing feats of culture, my heart lies with mycillia slowly branching through the foundation's cracks. i jump leapfrog across the known to be planted in the unknown, and attempt to find my way back.
between the chaotic negative space, which makes possible the defining aspect, but itself yawns into terrible abyss, and the definite form itself, lies the between that is and not is. this is my habitat, that place where time makes space for contradiction and space extends allwhens to now.
now is the time for movement, to be blown again an autumn leaf a seed a spore in the wind to grow truth and to know beauty.
